The name echoed in her mind.
Of course she knew Seraphine.
They'd met twice, once when she was taking her place as a model for the campaign of Eryx's company and once again when she was waiting at the lobby for Eryx, the same day of her mother's death.
She had been polite, lovely even, with a soft voice and an elegance Lunara couldn't quite match. But Lunara had never felt threatened. Not really. Not until now.
Because Eryx had denied it.
He had told her that he only agreed to the idea of marriage once, out of desperation when his mother threatened to block his custody over Mila. He had said it wasn't love, that it wasn't real. Just a solution. Lunara had believed him.
She looked down at the letter still in her hand. Her grip on the paper had tightened without realizing. Her chest felt hot and hollow at the same time.
A sound from downstairs broke through the fog.
Footsteps. Slow and unhurried.
